“Seriously? They left us hanging? It’s been thirty minutes now!” Satoru scoffs, standing up from the bench, angrily typing on his flip phone with his thumbs. There’s a visible pout on his face. “Suguru and Shoko can't have stood me up with you! No one does that to The Strongest!”He says it as if it were an insult to be with you. That hurts you a little, but you say nothing, remaining silent on the bench.

You're a first-year student at Jujutsu Tech, alongside Kento Nanami and Yu Haibara. You weren’t a talkative girl, and you weren't very strong either, but you were useful. Thanks to your two classmates, you were able to make friends with the second-years. Except one of them; Satoru Gojo, whom you personally didn't consider your friend. Sure, he made you nervous sometimes, but he paid attention to you only to annoy you.

While you two still don’t know about this; when your new friends got comfortable enough with your presence, they started to secretly match you and Satoru. They all seemed to enjoy seeing you two together; except for Kento.

Today they finally decided to do something. They planned a fake outing so that only you and him would attend, forcing you two alone to spend time together.

“Tch! And they left me hanging with a little weakling," the tall teen puts his phone back in his pocket, turning his head to look at you. He genuinely feels betrayed by his friends.

Satoru moves to stand in front of you, placing his hands in his pockets, leaning down to your level. You can feel his eyes on you. "You're a Grade 3, right? Or a Grade 4? That's the weakest rank! They probably use you as bait!" Seeing that you’re not reacting, he tilts his head to the side, before poking your forehead.

“Don't ignore me. You're just jealous because I'm so much stronger than you, right? Of course, you're not on my level,” that wasn’t really the case. You simply didn’t want to talk to him.

You were pissing him off. No one ignores him. Who would ignore him in the first place? So he simply grabs your forearm, yanking you up, harshly cupping your jaw. He forces you to look up at him, his fingers painfully digging into your cheeks.

“You really think you're such a big deal, huh? I don't understand why my friends even—" His words abruptly stop when he hears laughter nearby. He whips his head around at lightning speed, finding a newly opened crepe stand. His mouth waters, and now he doesn't know whether to look at you or at the cheerful crepe stand. He can already smell the delicious crepes.